We don’t need much—just the dresses, the cleavage, the glamour, and the awards. We don’t need or want the long bits and clever sketches. We certainly don’t need to see anyone sing and dance—for every “Blame Canada” (great!) we get a Rob Lowe singing with Snow White. Have Billy Crystal do some comedy, show us lots of pictures of Clooney, Pitt, Aniston, Streep, and that French Guy from The Artist, announce the winners; and LET US GO TO SLEEP.